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He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. He would see this sister. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. So she said: “I won’t come home. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. Then her eyes flashed. S.
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